Lovers torture themselves every day

Ji Yan drove to the hospital.

He has a good mental quality, his slender fingers are holding the steering wheel, and the light through the car window makes his brows and eyes as quiet as a lake.

Fu Siyuan has been watching Ji Yan.

The young man in front of him is undoubtedly outstanding. He can handle things very well both at work and in life. In the past, he rarely drove when the two of them were together, but it doesn't mean that he is not good at driving. Only when there is a need, Ji Yan will definitely Can do things well.

Fu Siyuan used to think that he was taking care of Ji Yan, and he was very happy to take care of Ji Yan, but now he realized that his so-called "care" was just wishful thinking to some extent.

Even without him, this person would still be doing well.

Because Ji Yan loved him, he was taken care of by him.

Fu Siyuan thought of this smile, but he didn't know what he thought of, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

It's not the morning rush hour now, the road conditions are good, and I arrived at the hospital after a while.

Ji Yan watched Fu Siyuan sitting on the bench with his eyes slightly lowered, his face was a little gloomy, and his demeanor was like the scenery in late spring, with some lingering decadence in his exuberance.

He frowned slightly. Although Fu Siyuan would always do some ridiculous things when he was sculpting in the sand, every time he wished to shake his shoulders to shake the water out of Fu Siyuan's mind, but to be honest, looking at such a dull person Still a little uncomfortable.

It's better to keep messing with your brain.

Ji Yan complained silently in his heart, then sat next to Fu Siyuan, put his palm on his lover's shoulder and patted slightly, comfortingly said: "You will be fine, take it easy."

The palms on the shoulders transmit warmth through a layer of clothing, and this layer of warmth seems to be transmitted through the muscles to the softest part of the chest. Fu Siyuan closed his eyes and suppressed his thoughts, and only pulled Ji Yan's hand into his palm and clasped it , smiled at Ji Yan and said, "Well, I'll take it easy."

He pinched the knuckles of his fingers and comforted Ji Yan: "Don't worry about me, it's fine."

Seeing the door of Dr. Li's consulting room open, Fu Siyuan got up and went in.

Dr. Li looked at the familiar patient in front of him, and while flipping through his previous cases, he asked, "How do you feel recently?"

Fu Siyuan said: "It's okay."

He didn't seem to want to talk about it. He glanced at the closed door and leaned his upper body forward: "Recently, memories of that personality appear in my mind from time to time."

Fu Siyuan firmly established himself as a person with another personality.

Doctor Li: .

It turned out to be the same plot, he thought it was a new one.

He helped his eyes, and followed Fu Siyuan's thinking: "Has this situation happened before?"

"No."

Dr. Li said: "Then is this kind of memory negative?"

Fu Siyuan shook his head and spit out two words: "No."

Although he didn't want to admit it, the memories that appeared in his mind were not negative. If he had met Ji Yan first, he would think those memories were precious.

It's a pity. That's not him.

That was the spirit of the original body at work, and that spirit began to move around, clamoring to seize control of this body.

Fu Siyuan lowered his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed across his pupils, which disappeared in an instant.

Dr. Li narrowed his eyes: "Is there any sign of this kind of memory?"

Fu Siyuan closed his eyes and said in a steady voice, "There is no sign."

The last time I was at home, I suddenly had an extra memory in my mind, and this time I walked the dog on the street, there was another memory.

These memories are like spikes hidden in the dark, sprouting now, driving him into a desperate situation bit by bit.

Dr. Li thought to himself, isn't this the recovery of memory? There are many examples of this, where the memory is lost after an accidental brain injury, and it slowly comes back after a few months.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Fu Siyuan: "This is normal, you don't have to worry."

"Normal?" Fu Siyuan said in a deep voice, suppressing his anger and panic: "The memory of the previous personality often appears in my mind, you tell me this is normal?"

Doctor Li: .

Forgot, you are too deep into the drama.

After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, returning to Fu Siyuan's thinking: "The intercommunication of memories may indicate that the two personalities are slowly merging."

Fu Siyuan spoke as if exhausted, with a tired voice: "What will happen if they merge together?"

"It will be healthy." Dr. Li added: "A person has only one personality."

Fu Siyuan looked at the doctor, his gaze seemed to fall far away again, he paused for a while and said, "Thank you."

A person has only one personality.

He won't be healthy, he'll just disappear.

This kind of answer is actually not surprising. He has had a premonition since the morning, and now the memory is getting deeper every time. This proves that the spirit of the original body is getting stronger every time. If this continues, he will only disappear.

Ji Yan saw Fu Siyuan coming out of the consultation room: "How is it? The doctor said you are okay?"

Fu Siyuan shook his head and smiled: "It's okay."

He looked at the sky outside the window, and said to Ji Yan: "Didn't you say that you are very busy recently, why don't I send you to the company now?"

Ji Yan glanced at Fu Siyuan strangely: "Did I go to the company right after you came out of the hospital? It's not that busy."

He also wanted to pay attention to Fu Siyuan, what if he got a headache again?

Fu Siyuan said: "Then we will go home."

"also."

There was nothing wrong at home, the two of them were sticky as usual after eating, and the day passed quickly.

After observing Fu Siyuan all afternoon, Ji Yan found that he had never had this headache again, so he was relieved and went to the company the next day.

After Ji Yan left, Fu Siyuan was alone at home.

He was originally sitting at the desk with a notebook open in front of him, his face obscured by the faint blue light, but suddenly he had a headache, his palms were curled up, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

After a while, Fu Siyuan opened his eyes.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead due to the pain like a needle prick, he slowly let go of his hand, only lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Another memory came to mind.

This is only one day away from last time.

It may appear more and more frequently in the future.

Fu Siyuan closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly took a piece of paper.

He has searched for some methods on the Internet, and one of them is to let the personalities communicate with each other. Although he and the original body are not split personalities, but now there is a body with two souls, which is not much different.

He couldn't sit still and wait for the original body to gradually gain control.

Thinking of this, Fu Siyuan took a piece of paper, took out a pen and concentrated on it.

【Your Excellency】

Be polite first.

[Foolishness is a lonely soul in another world. 】

Fu Siyuan looked at the word 'foolish' on the white paper and shook his teeth.

Nonsense, he is a demon cultivator, and the entire comprehension world must be courteous to him, why has this word been used.

But now people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so they have to grit their teeth and write one time.

Fu Siyuan didn't look at that sentence, and continued to write.

[By your chance, I was able to look at the world with your precious body, so that I can be grateful for a long time, and every time I think of the great kindness, I will cry with fear. You also take good care of your hair, skin and things, lest you lose one or two. 】

Fu Siyuan took a breath, saw the photo of the original body on the table and threw it out, the glass photo frame shattered, he still didn't think it was enough, he stomped hard a few times, leaving shoe prints on the smiling face Just took it to the kitchen and burned it.

After watching a photo turn into ashes, he sat at the desk again.

[Yu originally wanted to form a grass ring to repay the great kindness, but the timing didn't allow, so I had to regret it. Every time I think about it, I feel more panic and uneasy. 】

Use good words to coax, show that you are not an unreasonable person, and paralyze the enemy.

Fu Siyuan thought for a while, then changed the topic.

[However, whether the heavens are merciful or not, you are now more sober, and you will repay the fool as a cow and a horse. 】

I'm so annoying.

Can't the original body die? !

Injustice!

When Fu Siyuan wrote this, he felt that a fire was burning in his heart. If the original body was here, he would have killed the other party, but unfortunately he was not there, so he could only continue to write in a very humble way.

[Yu knows that his status is humble, so he never dares to make mistakes. If he can keep it to serve, he will serve tea in the future and invite you to An Chen and Ding Xing. You must do your best. 】

After writing this, Fu Siyuan threw away the pen and leaned back on the chair, feeling that life is impermanent.

Thinking of him as a majestic demon cultivator, even if he came to another world, he would fascinate Ji Yan. The food he ate was not the size of a big house, so he could be called a favorite of three thousand!

It can be said that besides the marriage certificate, he has everything that the big house should have.

It's a pity that once he miscalculated, who would have thought that the original soul is still there, and would want to squeeze his soul out every day.

He had no choice but to stay low and play small, and only hoped that the original body would look at him so obediently, and give him some consciousness or slow down when he seized the house.

Fu Siyuan slowly closed his palms, as long as he was still in this body, he still had a chance.

It is possible for him to figure out a way to deal with his own body.

Thinking of this, Fu Siyuan sighed, thinking that the soul-drawing method in the cultivation world was as simple as one plus one equals two to him, but now it is difficult to apply.

This thing that was easy to find in the past is now as difficult as heaven for him.

Fu Siyuan closed his eyes for a while, opened them again and carefully put away the paper.

The soul of the original body is getting stronger and stronger, and he may wake up one day. At that time, this paper will be used as a bridge for communication between the two. I hope that the other party will feel some compassion when they see what he wrote.

Hey.

Just as he was thinking, a cat meowed in his ear.

Fu Siyuan took a look and found that the white cat came in, looking at him with beautiful eyes, like the most beautiful marbles, shining brightly.

Fu Siyuan picked up the cat and talked to himself.

"If I leave, what will you and Ji Xinxin do?"

The white cat meowed.

Fu Siyuan said again: "What about your father? Can he remember to eat and rest by himself?"

He put his palm on the cat's head, touched it for a while, and said in a serious tone: "Ji Aiai, you have to promise father that if one day I'm gone, you and Ji Huihui will take good care of your father."

Intellectually, he knew that Ji Yan would take good care of himself, but emotionally, he was still worried.

His reason and emotion are pulling each other, on the one hand he thinks Ji Yan can do it, on the other hand he thinks he can't.

He wanted to keep it, even if it was low and small.

But if the original body didn't want to, he wouldn't let this body continue to live in the world.

It's nothing more than a dead fish and a broken net.

Fu Siyuan touched his throat with his fingers, quietly feeling the beating pulse, and put his hand down after a while.

The white cat struggled to get down, meowed, and pulled Fu Siyuan's sleeve with its two paws.

Fu Siyuan regained his composure and sighed, then said sadly: "You're still so young." It's only a few months old and hasn't turned into a human form yet.

White cat: "Meow~"

Think down, don't want to be hugged.

Fu Siyuan touched the smooth fur, and said clearly: "You don't want to part with me, I know."

White cat: .

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